Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Because I'm too tired to do anything but link

Friends, if you don't read "The Rabbit Room" on occasion, allow me to introduce you. Chock full of treasures. Ben the dear husband pointed it my way today. They have a weekly "Song of the Day" that is usually pretty great. This week its Jill Phillips. I think you will like it.

Monday, March 16, 2009

An Ode

I watched You've Got Mail this last weekend. It reminded me of how much I love that movie. I am unapologetic. It's just so quotable. And because I love it so much, I'm going to share some of it with you. I know that approximately 4.5 people will think this is even remotely interesting. Again, unapologetic:

"This place is a tomb, I'm going to the Nutshop where its fun!"

"Patricia? I love Patricia. Patricia's great. Patricia makes coffee nervous."

"What is that? What are you doing? What is that; what are you doing? That caviar is a garnish!"

"People do stupid things in foreign countries." "Yes, they buy leather jackets for way more than they are worth. They do not fall in love with fascist dictators!"

"When I get out of here, I'm going to get my eyes lasered. Ugh, where are my tictacs?!"

Thursday, March 12, 2009

disgruntled herman

I certainly haven't been blogging lately. I've started a post and ditched it. I've thought about posting. I have not posted. And now, an unnamed family member is "disgruntled" (which, for whatever reason, is a deliciously funny word this morning!).

Dear Disgruntled,
Please accept my most profuse apologies. Words fail me. I have at my disposal a veritable feast of blog topics. My progeny is unquestionably the most attractive 10 month old who ever refused to crawl. My life abounds with adventure. Take for instance the 3 hours I spent yesterday FILING. Weep not, oh bored one! You too can splash about in the sea of delight that is 5 year old paper piles. Indeed, it seems positively ludicrous this very moment that I should have been so selfish. Imagine the insult! Enjoying my life to the full in all this banana mashing glory - subsequently denying my dear friends the escape from their dull drudgery that would be the tales of my spirited life. Forgive me. Unless I am swept away by marauding pirates before the day is out, it won't happen again.